Onward
Onward with the game
Death, just the parting of the ways,
Till we return beyond the haze,
Universal ebb n flow,
Spirits flit, they come n go,
Rejoin the two half wits.
Beyond the haze we meet again,
To talk of all the suffered pain,
Decide to never come again,
Back on earth 2 baby’s sit,
Can’t leave another half of wit,
Start another game.
Sometimes one will die in pain,
The other fades and joins again,
Beyond the haze the other sits,
And welcomes her with love and it’s,
Onward with the game…..
Insane world , or is there logic in the universe?
Man/God/logic?
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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